“Just a family tradition, something given from a wife to her new husband on their wedding night.”
Creedence waited expectantly and Tace pulled a plaited circle from her dress pocket. At first Creedence thought it was some tanned thongs woven together to make a bracelet, but he knew that couldn’t be the case because any ornamentation was strictly forbidden by the reverend and their traditions. He couldn’t imagine any use for it as she displayed it for him. “What is it?”
“A little gift,” she said. “A wedding band. You wear it.”
A shake of his head showed that Creedence was confused. “It’s too small for my wrist. And I would wear no ornamentation. It’s a sin.”
She slowly approached him, also shaking her head. “You don’t wear it on your wrist. You wear it where no one else but me will see
